#kim kibum x male reader

[gayashawol]

I have no title for this story lol

ships: Kim Kibum x AFAB black neutral reader

genre: smut + fluff

word count: 1000+ words

content warning(s): usage of fem words such as pussy, clit, folds, hole, but the reader isn’t implied to have breasts even though he keeps TOUCHING THEM-

author's notes: ngl i’m so surprised i decided to do keykey out of all members i’ve been doing jonghyun fics for far too long lol

Immediately upon arriving, Kibum was already too quick with you that he jumped on the opportunity to kiss your lips and pull your body towards his until there was no space left for the both of you. He then sat on a nearby couch, patting on his lap which would be an indicator of where he wants you to be right now.

“Come closer…” Kibum’s spoken in a seductive tone, pulling you towards him from your hips. The moment you laid your ass on his lap, you felt a brick pressing against your folds, it was obvious what he was doing when he started rubbing on you.

“Mmm yes… you always make me so hard…” He went on to dig into your shirt, feeling your entire body while he smooches your neck.

He knew he wanted to fuck you already, but you came in not too long ago, and he felt like it would be rude if he asked like that. His hand was on your nipple, squeezing it like milk was going to come out of it while he thought about how he was going to go about telling you.

“O-oh… sorry- I wanted to ask if you feel comfortable… having sex right now.” You nodded to Kibum’s question, and excitement flowed through him. He wanted to be inside your pretty body ever since the last time the both of you saw each other. Now, it was in his house. He seemed like he cleaned well, despite having two dogs in the house.

“Hey… I can eat you out first, right?” He went down to his knees, looking directly at your crotch while also looking up and waiting for your answer. Once you did, he pulled down your pants and began rubbing on your clit. As you felt a bit more wet, he went to use his tongue and slid in between your folds before making his way to the most sensitive part of your clit.

He felt yourself moaning out of pleasure, opening your legs wider and placing them on top of Kibum’s back — holding onto him from the head when you wanted him to come close enough to stimulate you more.

Kibum loves that sense of control, feeling your hands at the back of his head pushing further in while he almost suffocates from your wet pussy. He began to crave more, so he paused to grab his BDSM kit for him to show you. There, he shows a collar and tells you to put it on him. You place it around his neck, holding the rope that follows him as he tells you how to use it.

“If I’m not listening, pull on that rope.” He tells you, holding your hand like he was in love with you.

Seeing that you were in control, you told Kibum to continue licking you. He promptly did what he was asked to do, and you sighed over the pure pleasure he was giving you before you lost control and jerked forward, pushing his head towards your pussy.

“Mmm… you’re so fucking tasty baby…” Kibum couldn’t keep his hands to himself when he would grab onto your ass and smack it while you were in the process of orgasm. He tasted every single droplet of cum you produced, feeling satisfied by what he created.

“A-are you about to fuck me, baby…?” You whined, getting into your place so your ass could be on Kibum’s face. He was mesmerised by how beautiful your pussy was, even fighting the urge to finger you.

“Mmm yes… I can’t resist not fucking your hot body any longer…” He growled, hearing him pull his pants down with the belt. He was fully hardened at this point, but he wouldn’t be holding back no more after he finally slams through your hole with his cock.

But before he could do anything like that, he needed to add enough lube so he couldn’t possibly hurt you. He went in with a palmful amount and wiped it on his cock until it would slide and go through your hands comfortably. He then opened your lips to find your hole and using the lube-filled hand, he would use it to go inside of you. within a couple of minutes, he was able to insert 3 fingers. Teases you at your achievement, he kisses one of your butt cheeks while smacking the other.

“Wow… you’re so hot you could fit 3 of my fingers inside you!” He chuckled, smiling back when he heard you chuckling along to him. He was about to insert his cock inside when you told him not to be too rough.

“Don’t be too tough! I want to be able to use my legs!” Kibum began teasing upon going balls deep inside, he made sure you were alright before he went slightly rough as usual, just to hear your angelic moans overlapping with his dirty talk.

“Mmm yes… I wanna fill you up so fucking good…” He feels the inside of you already tightening up even though it has only been 30 seconds. He went on to slow down and take the time to make you feel good.

“Mmm… y-you feel so hot…” You said, feeling his cock getting warmer. You rode on him, seeing him nearly gasping out of pleasure, not moving an inch from his spot. Eventually, he groans so loud that he goes on all fours and thrusts as hard and fast as he can, feeling him getting closer.

“B-baby… I-I’m gonna cum-” Kibum cried out, holding onto you while caressing your curls and crying at the same time. He did go on to lay out a huge bust, feeling most of it pouring out upon pulling out. He lays beside you, finally letting out a sigh of relief. He went over to kiss you, continuing to occupy his hands with your hair.

“I-I love you…” He pulled you towards his chest, kissing your forehead while closing his eyes and smiling at the pleasure of being with you at that very moment. You knew you love this man, and he loves you too.

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dividers by @cafekitsune

[itstheoneshot]

Designer Boy

request

Summary: You live for the lifestyle you have made for yourself. A real party boy, following fashion, dance, and so much drinking. Tonight isn’t any different, at least not at first.

Word Count: 2.6k

Pairing: Key x Male Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Alcohol Use/Drunkenness, Anal.

Every weekend, another party, another hangover, and close to no recollection of the night before. They were so frequent that you didn’t even bother dressing up over the top for them most of the time, but tonight you did, and soon you will be glad that you went all out.

Your friendship group was a mix of all sorts, people from all different walks of life, with each fitting together like a puzzle. You take pride - pun not intended - in being the flamboyant gay guy in the group, living for all things camp, fashion, dance, you name it, that is you.

Tonight you look ready for a runway, high waisted black skin tight jeans, torn to shreds to show off the tattoos on your legs. A loose fitting, but still tiny white crop top. Curated accessories, belt, jewellery, a stunning handbag, but the outfit is held together by the most standout piece. 6 inch stiletto heels, metal silver, they are to die for, a prized possession, something that you have not got enough wear out of, so you are getting their money’s worth now.

You love the attention from the girls, every one of them at the party loses their mind when they see you dolled up. A full face of makeup completed your look, dark eyeliner and light everything else, you know that you look good. Your best friend hangs off your arm while you two begin to drink, you had a couple earlier while getting ready but that buzz had died off, and now you are at the host’s house, it is time for you to really start.

“Who is that?” You whisper to your best friend Hyoyeon, tilting your head slightly towards the kitchen, not wanting to draw attention to yourself, though nobody else could hear over the thumping music, “I’ve never seen him before.”

Hyoyeon discreetly glances over your shoulder while she reaches for the bottle of vodka on the table, pouring out a shot for herself and for you. She hands the glass over, and you both throw your heads back, downing the liquor and fighting back that sting.

“That’s Taeyeon’s brother,” She replies, referring to the friend of yours whose house you are at now, “Kibum, and yes, he is gay.”

You are surprised you had never seen him before, with all the socialising that you do, and that his sister Taeyeon does too, she is at every party that you are, it is a little shocking.

“Is he single?” You ask, not wanting to get ahead of yourself, which would be so easy when the man you are looking at… looks like… that, “Why don’t I know him?”

Hyoyeon laughs at first, she is able to see right through you, it is not hard to tell when you are into someone, and wow, despite only seeing him from across the room, you are into him. He has this intense aura, a completely unique style, curated and perfect in every way. He has striking features like a fox, beautiful lips, jawline, and a scar through his eyebrow that catches your attention in the best way.

“He just got back from the US,” Hyoyeon tells you, “He was studying design, so has been away for a few years, and from what I know, he’s single.”

You glance down at your outfit, suddenly a little self conscious, worried if you will impress a fashion major, or if he will judge your style. You know that you carry yourself well, and that confidence can be the key to pulling a look together, and with a few drinks down, it is even easier to put on the charismatic charm that has made you as popular as you are.

Picking up another drink, you and Hyoyeon head out to where some of the party guests are dancing. You have a better view of Kibum here, and he can see you clearly too, but you try hard not to make it too obvious that you are staring, instead making infrequent glances in his direction, hoping that he meets your gaze every time.

The first time he catches you staring, it is as if the world around you disappears, nothing existing outside of you too. An instant attraction, but you want to play a little hard to get, so you look away, back to Hyoyeon dancing in front of you and motion to her that you need another drink. There is no way you could stay composed around that man without a couple more drinks, so you line up two shots for yourself, Hyoyeon following suit because she just loves to party, and you take them both consecutively, not stopping for air between them.

When you open your eyes again, you realise that someone is next to you who wasn’t there before. You pick up the mixed drink that you poured for yourself before you turn to see who it is.

It is him.

Fuck, he looks even better close up. His skin is flawless, what the fuck is his skincare routine? Does he even have pores? Despite being extroverted, and a little drunk, you still find yourself lost for words. He smiles at you, seemingly aware of his power, the smile more like a devilish smirk, it has your knees wobbling, confidence dissipating so quickly.

“Care to dance?” He asks, holding his hand out for you, “You look like you could use it.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks, you are hypnotised, taking his hand without a second thought and following him back out to where you were dancing just before. You hear Hyoyeon laugh, calling out something about how she might find you later, before she walks away to find some other friends to hang out with. You feel privileged to be getting this attention, laughing as Kibum spins you around before bringing you in closer to him, throwing your head back as you let the music course through your veins along with the alcohol you are so recklessly consuming.

Kibum is touchy, and you so easily give in to him. He holds your wrist, and guides your hand holding your drink to your mouth. He watches you down the alcohol in one big gulp, and a fire lights behind his eyes as a few stray droplets fall down your chin and further down your neck. You lick your lips to try and catch anything that you missed, all while keeping your eyes trained on the man with one hand on your waist, the other wrapped around your wrist.

You introduced yourself at some point, but Kibum makes a point of only calling you honey rather than your name. No complaints from you though, the way that it rolls off his tongue has you forgetting that you even had a real name, happy to be only referred to this way by him forever. You place your glass down on the closest table, wanting to focus all of your attention on Kibum, both hands all over him, admiring his clothes, but mostly admiring his body. He is much the same way, seemingly unable to get enough of you, getting hot and heavy so fast.

He kisses you suddenly, hand finding purchase on the back of your neck to deepen it, tongue pressing past your lips to get a taste. You are addicted, more than you thought could be possible, needing him like oxygen, so fucking attracted. You gasp as he nips your bottom lip, only giving him access to kiss you deeper, tongue practically halfway down your throat to prove that he is just as addicted. You couldn’t care less about being at this party anymore, wanting privacy, needing to be alone with him, desire taking over your being.

“How about we take this upstairs?” Kibum murmurs in your ear, “I think I’d like you all to myself now, honey.”

As if he needed to ask, you nod between kisses, murmuring a yes please, hyung before allowing him to lead you away from the makeshift dance floor and down the hall to the staircase. You eagerly follow him, barely inches apart, both stumbling slightly both out of drunkenness and out of sheer desperation to get these fucking clothes off each other.

Once in his room, Kibum presses you up against the door at the same time that he locks it. His kisses are even deeper now, hands roaming under your crop top, the feeling is electrifying, you are moaning already and he has only grazed your skin. It doesn’t take long for him to begin working at undressing you, each item of clothing admired and removed with the utmost of care, and if he were not a fashion major you probably wouldn't have understood it, but it is intimate in a way that you can’t quite explain, and you love every second of it.

Your clothes are neatly piled up next to your shoes, leaving you completely naked while Kibum is still dressed, before he lets you take his clothes off too. You are just as gentle as he was, besotted and admiring every inch of him until you both are fully undressed. The tension is too much now, having held back for so long to sensually de-robe one another, Kibum is forceful in the way that he grabs you and drags you across the room to his bed.

“You’re such a beautiful boy,” He purrs as you lie flat on your back and he hovers over you, “I know you’re gonna feel real good to be inside of, aren’t you?”

You hadn’t discussed positions, though you know that your aura probably gives it away, you are relieved to hear that Kibum will be topping, and you thank past-you for deciding to give yourself a proper clean and prepare before coming to the party, despite the fact that you hadn’t really planned on getting laid tonight.

“Mhmm,” You nod, happily spreading your legs for him to fit in between, as he leans over to his bedside table to pull a bottle of lube out of the drawer, “I promise, you don’t need to hold back.”

Kibum opens the bottle and pours a healthy amount out onto his hand, before cheekily drizzling a little onto your hole, sending shivers up your spine and making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. He leans down to kiss you as his fingers swipe up and down, chuckling as you writhe under him, especially so as his index finger presses in up to the first knuckle. His fingers are long, slender, a little bulged at the knuckles, and fuck, it feels so good. You know that you need to take it slow, and he is extra gentle, but you already push back on his hand, motioning for him to add more, wanting the stretch, the burn that means you will have his cock inside you sooner rather than later.

One finger moves to two and you see stars when he curls his fingers, finding your prostate and repeatedly hitting it over and over. You can barely breathe, nails dragging down his flawless back, surely leaving red marks in their wake. You arch your back under him, wanting to feel his cock on yours, both fully hard, the friction of your skin is almost too much. Kibum moans as your dick twitches against his, grinding down on you to chase the feeling. You open your eyes mid-kiss to see him staring at you, watching intently as he stretches you out and prepares you for him.

“Fuck me,” You whine, “Please, hyung, I need it.”

Kibum chuckles as he slowly pulls his fingers from you, leaning over to his bedside drawer again, this time to grab a condom, tearing the packet with his teeth before rolling the latex down over his cock. He picks up the lube once more, pouring a healthy slathering over the condom before he moves down to kiss you again. Impatience is clear between the two of you, he wastes no more time guiding his cock to your now prepped hole, pushing in past the tip, keeping his eyes on you to make sure that you are not uncomfortable. You push back towards him, motioning with your action that you want more although you are lost for words. He does exactly that, one swift movement to thrust in the whole way, taking him in all the way.

“You feel so fucking good,” Kibum moans, “Are you doing okay?”

You nod repeatedly as he slowly pulls back to thrust into you again, this time harder, faster. Neither of you are quiet, and you are thankful that the party downstairs is so loud, as your chances of being overheard are so limited. You wrap your legs around his hips, giving him an angle to fuck you deeper, in return he moves one of your legs up so that your ankle rests on his shoulder, only taking him in deeper again. The pleasure is overwhelming, mind racing as you try to hold yourself together when Kibum takes your cock in his hand to stroke you. Your vision is blurry from both the alcohol and the orgasm building inside you with each movement of his hand, and each repetitive nudge on your prostate.

“Hyung~” You cry, “More, more, more! Wanna cum, gonna cum.”

You are babbling now, words slurred as your body threatens to give way, but with Kibum’s continued ministrations, you are sure that he is permissive. His hand grips tighter, thrusting faster, chasing his own high as much as yours. You are sure that walking will be a little difficult after this, his cock is long and girthy, stretching you out far past that of either yours or his fingers. You are close, and growing closer by the second, enamoured by the man kissing you, fucking you, stroking you, holy shit you can’t hold back any longer.

“Cum for me, honey,” He murmurs against your lips, “Show me how good I make you feel.”

With a strangled cry, you throw your head back just as you release, hot strings of cum spurt from your cock all up your stomach, so hard that you almost reach your neck. Kibum milks your cock to oversensitivity, until you are running dry and he finally lets go too. His moans escalate as he fucks into you with every ounce of effort that he can muster, reaching his orgasm in record time following yours, once he can focus on only that and not getting you there also. The repeated abuse of your prostate has your thighs shaking, whimpering and writhing under him as you take the thrusts with the submissive patience that you have learned so well.

As Kibum slows down, all that you can hear is your heavy breathing, and the bass from the music thumping downstairs. You are dizzy and overwhelmed, and you cry out breathlessly when Kibum pulls out and moves away to dispose of the filled condom. He returns to you from his ensuite bathroom with a wet towel, and he rejoins you on the bed to kiss you while he wipes your body clean, removing the drying seed all up your stomach, and the overflow of lube on your cock and your ass. He laughs as you twitch when he touches you but he is gentle and only playing around, he really is just as enamoured with you as you are with him.

“Stay here tonight,” Kibum purrs, in more of an order than an offer, “I think I might want round two in the morning.”

[peaches-of-1]

Try Again?

Key x Male!Reader

Summary: You and your best gal pal are finally going to a SHINee concert after saving up. Luck seems to be on your side as you are taken on stage during Key’s performance of “Born to Shine” as well as some time backstage after the show ends.

Luck was on your side as you were randomly selected to win a KEYLAND shoulder bag with glow in the dark lettering. The lady punching tickets made sure it was held under a lamp a few minutes before handing it to you to unwrap. You slid it on right away and put your ticket and phone inside. You also got a free lightstick which was AMAZING.

You had come with your best guy friend Joonho. The two of you were wearing Key’s pink shorts outfit that he wore at fashion week. Light teal beanie included. Your friend Eun was in a femme version of it which just meant leggings instead of socks and shorter shorts. The two of you had saved up money for years for the chance to go to a SHINee (or member of SHINee) concert, and there was finally one close enough that you were able to go.

The seats were great, too. Not moshpit but close enough to see the glitter on Kibum’s chest and that Taemin was wearing crystal blue contacts. Minho was as tall and talented as ever and Onew had gained some major muscle since the last batch of airport pics you were able to see. Jonghyun was probably watching from above as well. Always five, just as the boys said before they all did their solo songs.

They played “Shinin’” while the other boys got dressed, allowing people to use the bathroom and buy merch while dancers performed their dance. You smiled and sang along knowing in your heart he was happy. You and the rest of the crowd jammed along to “Move” and “Blue” so very excited and screaming because words weren’t enough to show your excitement.

Everyone was expecting for Key to do “One of Those Nights” but he didn’t. You and Eun held hands and nearly died when you saw girls and guys in camo pants and army green tops come out with sashes tied around their torsos. You had even made a joke about his hair matching the video from all those years ago. It’s like you knew!

What you didn’t know is that they were looking for people with a Keyland bag to go on stage. You had a Keyland bag, so you were asked if you wanted to be on stage. Hells yes, you did! So they took you stage. Part of you wanted to run on stage yourself, but you had to hold back and be polite.

When you were sat in the chair, you were glad that there was a cushion there. As he pointed towards you with the riding crop and strutted towards you, you made sure not to break eye contact. Of course, you failed, but you were so honored to hear these vocals up close. Your heart was pounding out of your chest as his was right in front of you.

Dear lord, those hip thrusts! You had to cover your mouth to make sure you didn’t drool in front of him. And to be honest, it was a real struggle not to moan when he pulled your head back to look at him. To say his grin was wicked would be an understatement. The devil himself couldn’t even compete. He even took a moment to sit in ya lap as the song ended. While the outro played, he paraded you around stage for a bit and then moved you towards the stairs.

“Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitccchhhhh.” Eun said as she fanned you.

“Bruh.” You said. “I shoulda brought a change of undies.” You fell into her arms as others glared with jealousy and amusement.

The rest of the concert was amazing! You could’ve sworn he was gonna kiss you, but he could never without increasing the amount of death threats for the both of you. When it was time to go, you were so happy and so very hype. Joonho couldn’t stop asking for details about your time on stage.

Then someone stopped you, “You’re the one who was on stage with Key, right?”

You nodded.

“Come with me. Your friend can come to.” Then she turned and walked away, expecting you to follow.

The two of you went with her and then knocked on the door.

“Who is it?”

“Us? I brought...them.” She said, not sure what to call you and your friend.

“Send them in.”

She opened the door and then spoke to you all, “You got 30 minutes. Do what you will.” And the door closed behind you.

Key looked up at you and Eun, “Welcome.” He said. “Please, sit on either side of the couch.”

You sat on the left, and she sat on the right. Key sat in between you two and took a few selfies. One with you all smiling, one with silly faces and one with him reaaaaaaal close to your neck without warning.

“Key!” You yelled.

“Good. Now you, hands up. No touching unless I tell you where.” He smiled at you. “And you, sit on that couch.”

Your hands went above your head, and he took the belt off his pants to secure your wrists together. Eun went to the couch on the left side of the room. Key turned on the music-- “Try Again” by Aaliyah--and told Eun to keep her eyes on him. You could feel your heart rate start to go faster than the beat of the R&B song. He put his forehead to yours, and it was as if you could see the most beautiful death in them. The list of things he wanted to do to you. And you were planning to let him do every single thing without any questions asked.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Key sighed and turned off the music, “Hands in your lap.” He said and throw a blanket over you hands. Then he fixed his hair and opened the door. “Yea?”

You made eye contact with Eun and then tried to see who had knocked.

“I didn’t miss anything, did I, hyung?”

He snickered, “I was just about to start before you knocked.”

“Good. I heard you had two inside, and since we both know your preference, I’m sure you won’t mind me entertaining the other.” Taemin asked.

Key stood to the side, “She’s on the left. Safeword is Circus.”

He then locked the door behind him as the maknae sat next to Eun and put his arm around her while she just stared at him. He asked her name and whispered into her ear before nibbling on it. The blanket was moved and the show began again. Key made sure you weren’t going to stop looking at him, and you’d die if that day ever came. Then he put his feet on either side of you and stood so that his crotch was right in front of your face.

The idol swung his hips and grabbed your hat off to toss to the side and run his fingers through your hair. It was hard to not get hard with him doing such erotic things to you. He wouldn’t let your eyes wander for a second too long, so there was no chance of you collecting yourself. His smirk was so dirty as you let out a whimper. It’s not your fault Key’s breath was so hot on your neck as he mouthed along to the words of the song.

Were you drooling? You were probably drooling.

You looked at his sweating chest as he took off the belt in order to take your suspenders off and unbutton your shirt. If you hadn’t been giving him bedroom eyes before, you were doing it now for sure. The only thing you could think about was how horny you were and how you wanted to plow that ass that was now giving you a lap dance.

Key smacked your hands when they went to grab his waist and wagged his finger at you, “No touching, handsome. Only he can do that.”

He pointed to Taemin who had Eun turned into a pile of jello as she clawed the couch since Taemin was in front of her and taking off his own shirt.

“Lee Taemin-ah~” The red head crooned.

He turned around as his older member beckoned him towards him. Taemin then took Key’s jacket off while their chests were pressed together. Key then kissed the other’s neck, making him giggle before they returned to their respective sides. You moved your hands to cover the obvious tent in your shorts.

The devil Kim Kibum was having none of that. He grabbed his riding crop and tapped your hands to moved them. Then he dry humped you until you felt like you would orgasm right then and there. He even said that you could have your hands on his thighs, nowhere else.

“What a dirty boy you are~” He teased. “About to blow even with two other people in the room?”

“I can’t...can’t help it. You’re so hot.” You panted out. “So sexy.”

Key laughed as he held your chin, “I know, right?” Then he kissed you so roughly that you thought it’d leave a bruise.

Your brain turned into a white fuzzy fog as you couldn’t hold back anymore. Tears formed in your eyes as you finally let yourself release into your pants. As Key ended the kiss, it left you breathless.

“Taeminnnnnnn!” Eun called out as she rode his thigh and collapsed into his chest after he kissed her as well.

Then the two got dressed into regular clothing and helped you and Eun clean up for 15 minutes before letting you two leave with the photos. If anyone had told you that after that pic was taken, than Key was gonna make you orgasm in front of your best friend and Taemin, you woulda said that he had done it during the concert already. If they added that he gave you a private strip tease, you would’ve thought they read your diary or something. Never in a million years would have believed for your dream to become a reality.

It wasn’t until you got home and looked inside your Keyland bag that you saw a note that said, “You didn’t get me to cum. Wanna try again?” with a date and location.

You were going.

[strawberries--and-cigarettes]

“ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇᴛ

ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ

ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ sᴏᴜʟ

ᴏɴᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ”

──────────────────

« Key with his grunge boyfriend »

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(S)  Lee Jinki - SHINee - Fluff  (MLM)

Zhang Yixing - EXO - Most Likely NSFW (MLM)

Kwon Sooyoung - Seventeen - Fluff (MLM)

Moonsun - Mamamoo - Fluff - Manual Request (WLW) - Goth Mom

(S) Ravi - VIXX - NSFW (?) - Manual Request (MLM)

Key - SHINee - Undecided - Manual Request (MLM)

(S) Jimin as your MLM Boyfriend - a mix of fluff and NSFW

(S) Taehyung - BTS - Fluff - Manual Request (MLM)

Jinyoung - GOT7 - Fluff -  Manual Request (MLM)

(S) Lee Taemin - SHINee - Undecided - Manual Request - Sequel

Park Jimin - BTS - Fluff - Manual Request (MLM)

Jungkook x Bottom Reader (MLM)

Jeonghan as your MLM Boyfriend

top!Yukwon - Block B - NSFW - (MLM)

Bottom (Kinky) Jimin x (Daddy) Top Reader - BTS - NSFW 

We will be trying our best to do these in order of how we received them :)

[gayashawol]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

Ships: Kim Kibum x Male Pastor!Y/N

Genre: Smut, Angsty (It’s kinda hurt but also comfort???)

Word Count: 4000+ words

Content Warning(s): Past Child Molestation (There’s a flashback part, but it’s not very detailed), Dealing with Trauma, Sex, Dark Religious Themes, Religious Trauma

Author’s Notes: Yes, I know I said I don’t allow any sort of rape in any of my stories, but a friend suggested me to do this sort of thing and made me realise that I’ve gone through something similar where I wanted to do something again. So pretty much, this is what the story is going. It is a bit of a weird one, but I hope I was able to convey Key’s emotions well. Also, Key is in his 20s and the Pastor is about in his 40s.

I still think about what happened, the way he touched me, the way he went about it, and even the way my parents reacted when I finally told them.

While I did feel some sort of guilt, I also had this strange feeling inside of me that would admit that I liked it. Maybe I was in denial, or maybe I was being serious. I didn’t know how to feel, or how I could go about my life without pinpointing exactly the feeling I was getting.

Nonetheless, I knew I wanted to do it again.

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It was something I thought about for years on end, and I hadn’t been able to tell anyone. I was just ashamed, or maybe people would assume that I was lying for clout.

I knew that it was something that truly happened to me, I even had the very clothes that I wore on that day. I remembered what I ate for breakfast, what my mother was planning on making me for dinner, and even down to a couple of minutes before the incident.

I never went to therapy for my pain, nor I ever went back to church. My parents were disappointed, grounding me every time I missed one day for a week until I went. It was at that very moment that my faith was crippled.

I tend to cry when I think of my emotions, but this time was different. A part of me wanted to move on, even though I didn’t know how to. That was when I was on the phone with my parents, explaining about the pain that I’d been going through. They suggested me to go back, but I wasn’t sure.

My parents hated the fact that I was an atheist. The amount of screaming matches I had to go through, just because they wanted to force the bible on me. Every single time I tell them to stop, they get louder and louder. I had no power over them, and I would feel trapped within myself.

However, this was the first time I agreed with them. I was in my 20s, surely he would change. I shook my head, before cutting off to process exactly what I was about to do.

I planned my trip to my hometown, packing up clothes I would know they would approve. I knew I had to look as manly as possible, especially when I go to church. I took in a crisped grey suit and pants, with a bow on them.

A couple of days later, I finally made that trip and was at the front door of my parents’ house. They seemed so happy to see me upon opening and letting me in, but the facade broke away, and their strictness was back.

“Kibum, if you’re staying here, you will need to go to church with us every Sunday.” I sighed, face-palming while contemplating why I thought it would be a good idea to come back home. I knew I’d only be here for a week, but just the memories coming back made it ten times worse.

I saw my childhood room, thinking about all the times I cried alone in my bed that day. I just wish I could speak to my past self and comfort him. Everything here was filled with horrible thoughts, and not even the TV was safe. The amount of Christian content that I had to watch was concerning. I used to be made fun of at school for not watching shows that all the kids were watching simply because it wasn’t allowed.

I saw a picture of my younger self, in a suit ready to go to church. Right next to it, there was another picture of me, but I was being baptised. It was the happiest day of my life. I thought that I was going to love Jesus forever and be a Christian for the rest of my life. Sadly, that wouldn’t be the case.

I woke up to my parents knocking on my door to get ready to go to church. I was very nervous, yet I put on a brave face as I took a shower to clear my mind. Maybe, this was going to be fine, right?

When I got ready to go into the car, I saw my father waiting outside while my mother walked slowly down the stairs. We didn’t live that far from our local church, but my parents always insisted on walking together like a family. I never understood that, even now as an adult.

I was finally at the place where I feared, the hall. Everyone was walking in, chatting to one and another while I sat alone. Seeing how “lonely” I looked according to my mother, as she was chatting to one of my childhood friends, she introduced me to him, causing me to awkwardly wave my hand as the both of them stared in my direction.

I’ve been an adult for some time now, and even listening to the pastor speaking felt like a bore. But then, he stared at me — and we locked eyes for a whole second before turning back to the crowd, and the service suddenly got somewhat interesting. He seemed happier now that I was here, which felt sweet on its own but weird. How did he know who I was even though I was 10 when I last saw him?

My mind was puzzling in my head, and before I could even process what just happened, the church was over. I didn’t even realise the time until my mother tapped me on the shoulder for food.

I sat down at a table alone, not wanting to sit next to my parents. I had a plate full of rice, bulgogi and kimchi, and ate slowly but steadily. As I was just forgetting about what just happened, I saw Pastor Y/N walking towards me. My eyes widened, and I was still in shock by the time he reached me.

“Is this seat free?” He asked. I shook my head and he sat by me. He still had the same scent 10 years later. He hasn’t even changed a thing at all! As a matter of fact, he looked even better!

“Kibum… you’ve grown so much! I’m so glad you decided to come by today!” He seemed polite in nature, and didn’t seem to have any malicious intentions. I mean, it was normal for him to go up to people and speak to them.

But then, the incident started playing in my head. I stood as still as a rock, looking down so he couldn’t see me. I wanted to ask but was nervous. What if he wasn’t the same guy anymore? Surely he could do me one last time…

“Hey, Kibum… can I invite you to dinner tomorrow?” I quickly agreed, nothing trying to take time to think about what I was getting myself into.

Tomorrow felt like a breeze, I didn’t even remember what I did when I was going home. I did remember my mother pulling me into a corner away from my father just to ask me if Pastor Y/N did anything to me. I kept quiet, shaking my head as I looked back at Mother to see if my answer was verified.

“I saw him chatting to you today. He told me he misses you after all these years, and wants to see you in Church more. He could help you build your relationship with God again.” I tried not to roll my eyes for the 8th time, but I wanted to keep the lies going… unless I wasn’t.

I was invited to come for dinner at Pastor Y/N’s. I knew it was something I didn’t want to share with my parents, as I knew that it would come with something more than just two consenting adults meeting in a house.

That very night, I made sure to buy some condoms and lube to bring with me in case anything escalated. I planned out an outfit that seemed masculine enough so he wouldn’t raise an eyebrow at me — even though I was sure that he knew for a fact that I was not a heterosexual man.

I fell asleep, seeing the man that I always dreamed of being close to — but was unsure how to feel about it. As an adult, I felt like a kid again. He held my hand like he was crossing the road, reminding me to look both ways before walking. I saw the road form around me, seeing each sparkle and star create the world around us, seeing familiar people appearing one by one.

It was then that I was brought into the Church, people were singing while praying at the same time. There were too many people, so Pastor Y/N took me backstage where the changing rooms were. At that point, my heart started pounding. This was the moment that it happened, his hand landed on my thighs so he could stroke them. His hands were rough and scratchy, they were also huge enough to cover the whole diameter of my legs from my thighs to my ankles.

My dress pants were pulled down, revealing bright blue underwear with thunderbolts on them. I’d thought he would stop right there, but he continued on and removed the very thing that was hiding my genital area. Everything was a blur after that, having my head facing the wall and feeling the action happening from my rear end.

I woke up almost feeling like I wanted to cry, so I lay there at 5 am while waiting for me to fall back to sleep. I then felt something hard underneath my pants, which meant that I had a wet dream as well.

This was how it was for over a decade. I get flashback dreams, I wake up crying, I get hard, I masturbate, I fall back to sleep. It never failed me. It remained the same ever since. I wasn’t sure if it was because of how I process things, but everyone that I told was quick to say how unnatural it was for me to act the way I did.

I woke up with my pants still down, unable to recall what happened last night. I got into the shower, thinking about everything I wanted to say to that man. My stomach was growling like I was hungry, but deep down inside I was a nervous wreck.

I had to awkwardly eat breakfast with my parents since my mother filled out the whole table with all sorts of fruits, a tray for the tea set and some other drinks, and bread with some sandwich toppings on another tray. All the trays that were displayed made it seem like there was way more stuff than expected. I rarely ate — only trying to take as little as possible so I could excuse myself into my room to get ready.

I sat in my room, waiting for his name to pop up on my phone. He gave me the green light, prompting me to get dressed and walk out of the house. It was noon and my parents were a bit concerned as to why I was leaving at this time. I thought of a quick lie of me walking around my childhood city as an excuse and they accepted it — surprisingly.

I ran off, walking towards a train station that would lead me to his place. He called me a couple of times to ask me if I was coming, but I was underground and had to wait until I arrived to reply to him. He picked me up at the train station, pulling me into a warm embrace which felt imitated.

“Kibum… how have you been doing? Was the journey alright?” He said in his soft voice, possibly softer than he was at the church the day before. He held my hand as we walked out of the station, walking towards what seemed to be his neighbourhood. He lived in a nice little penthouse that seemed small, but it had all the view he could have.

We entered from the entrance, before going onto the lift to the very top. He unlocked his door, opening it to showcase a very warm atmosphere that I could get at any pub or restaurant. Everywhere seemed neat but messy at the same time, while also looking expensive looking. It was a sight I didn’t want to miss, especially with the fact that every single glance was something worth noting, like the gramophone sitting at the corner of the room.

“Make yourself at home, Kibum.” He patted the couch, indicating him asking me to sit down. I eventually did, while he was searching around the room for something catching up to our conversation. “So Kibum… tell me what you have been doing ever since you left Church.”

“Well…” I started. “I moved out and so I couldn’t afford to come all the way here.” I went with the conversation, knowing that he was going to say something very cliche.

“Kibum…” He stopped what he was doing to sit next to me, with his hands on mine while they were on my lap. “Listen to me… Jesus will always love you, regardless of that.”

I didn’t know if I wanted to continue with that talk, yet it was my fault for agreeing to go to a literal pastor’s house. Sure I didn’t want to go through a whole lecture on how God is good and great for the millionth time, but a part of me just wants to see what would happen… between us.

“I always felt like I had to go every Sunday… but the moment I couldn’t… I feel fake.” I lied, even giving him the puppy eyes that I mastered since I was a kid.

“Kibum, don’t say that…” I felt his hand on my back, the adrenaline of the conversation was causing me to go on and keep the lie going. “I always knew your love for Jesus is real, even since you were a boy.”

He was starting to get close to me, having his other hand stroking my crotch area. I was horrified, but I was also excited that I was going to get with Pastor Y/N again after all these years of craving for his touch.

“Kibum…” He was checking me off through my clothes, and I could see a small spark in his eyes. He saw something that he was looking for, and that was me. My young body that he wanted to use again. “…Please… may I pray for you?”

Suddenly, my mind went blank, unsure how to feel or to respond. Was he going to use me again, or was this bait created by my imagination which was so desperate that I generated my suffering by my thoughts?

After all the thoughts that ran through my mind, I agreed, holding both of my hands while we faced each other. His eyes closed, and so did mine. This used to be my everything as a child, being able to picture God clearly with his white-washed face and his gown. Nowadays, I see nothing. It was impossible to convince myself to see otherwise.

“Father in heaven, I thank you for being brother Kibum back into the Church.“ He started praying, in which he started becoming more preachy as every sentence occurred.

I felt his every nudge, every poke, and all the attempts he made to touch me in any way or form. He even managed to place his hand on my thighs while it was spread apart, causing me to be unable to close it.

He was getting deep into his prayer, and I was feeling slightly uncomfortable, but excited at the same time. This was what I was waiting for, or at least that was what I thought I needed. I wasn’t sure how to feel. Did I accomplish anything? Did I make things worse? Oh god… did I make anything worse?

But then… he slipped his hand under my pants, and all those thoughts left my mind.

It was just pure… silence. I was horny, I needed this, and I wanted this. It was exactly what I was looking for at this very moment… someone using me for their benefit. That was my guilty pleasure.

“Wow… your penis barely has changed!” Pastor Y/N went close to me, and I gulped as loudly as I felt like a cartoon character. I could feel that lust in his eyes, doing something that he shouldn’t have.

Then… his lips touched mine. There was no noise, just the sound of smooches and hums in between. He laid me down on the couch, kissing me more like I was a drug. He wasn’t afraid to use his tongue, which made him look attractive to me.

He pulled out, looking directly at me. “I know you’re a homosexual, Kibum.” That threw me off guard, but I owned my identity, so I claimed it as it was. He told me that we could pray again later, but he wanted to feel my gorgeous boy body.

Boy body…? What does he mean by that? Why would he exclaim that my body was one of a boy? Could it be that he still sees me as the kid he used? Either way, my vision of myself was still that young me, but with more clarity and less confusion. With my big age, I would’ve learned how to say stop. Nonetheless, it has been locked away in a treasure chest, and thrown out the window.

I didn’t feel a single guilt throughout all of it. He kept stripping off my clothes, showing my bare body to him, feeling our skin against each other’s. I knew it was Pastor Y/N, but a part of me was starting to gain some sort of attraction to him.

It was like… he wasn’t a Pastor to me… he was a childhood crush.

“Mmm yes… You’ve always been such a good boy…” He caressed my cheeks, while I felt his finger rubbing the lip of my anus.

“I’ll go and get the lube… I’ll be right back.” He kisses me on the forehead, before walking away to his room. I looked down to see my clothes on the floor, including my boxers that I had worn when it happened to me. I kept it after all this time since no matter how many times I tried to wash them, it still smelt like him…

Wait… why did I decide that this was a good idea? I mean, I knew I needed to get over it eventually, but was I doing too much?

It was a line that I didn’t know existed — at least for me anyway. I didn’t see a problem having sex with Pastor Y/N. In fact, it was my dream to have sex with him as an adult now that I know what he has done to me. Unfortunately for me, the fear and guilt came back to bite me in the ass, and now I was unsure of what would be the right choice for me. I felt like a mom nagging to myself and hating it because I had to wash the dishes.

Well, I already went this far so it would be far too late for me to give it up and go home. The least I could do would be to suck his cock and call it a day.

“Kibum, do you want to come to the bedroom?” He called me, to which I immediately complied regardless of any prior thoughts. I walked over to his room, where I saw a very neat room with a comfortable-looking bed and antique-looking pieces of furniture with fake plants around them.

“Come and sit here! I won’t hurt you!” My body began to vibrate, but was unsure whether it was a bad thing or not. But either way, I crawled over to him, with my butt facing him. I could tell it aroused him since he would open my butt cheeks so he would lick me there. Or… at least he would’ve due to my butt plug was in the way.

“I see you’re prepared for me, Kibum! Should I remove that for you?” I nodded my head quickly, and he did what he needed to do. He slowly pulled out my plug, in which I felt everything from the stretching to the rubbing on my prostate. When it was out, I could feel cold air going inside. That stopped when he put his warm fingers inside of me.

It… did feel good, and the way he was very gentle with me this time made me convinced that he might be in love with me. From the way he would lick me, to the type of treatment he was giving me. I knew that it wasn’t something that I wanted to take away from myself.

It was time for him to go inside me, and I opted to go into a missionary position so I could see him the whole time. My legs had to go all the way up to my shoulders, but it was still enjoyable. The moment he went inside, my moans started. He still felt very big inside, just like how it was before. The way he grabbed my legs when he wanted to go faster was something that was unexplainable.

“Mmm… you’re so amazing, Kibum. You’re so tight… you’ve always been tight… that amazing boy hole…” I didn’t take notice of what he said, but the way he gave me praise overpowered any outright creepy comment he might’ve said during the session.

His grunts were something I’d hear in a hentai. If anyone heard him for the first time, they would’ve assumed that he was a toxic top, when he was really a nice person who looked out for his bottoms. Meanwhile, I sounded like I was meowing. My voice may go from low to high, slow to fast, and quiet to loud very quickly. I could also be overstimulated, so curling into a ball would be something I’d do. A typical bottom.

The way he thrusts inside was something I could explain in detail. I could feel it every time he went deep, so much that we grunted at the same time. But when he goes faster, that would be when we go out of sync and I get crazier.

“Ahhh yes… your moans are so cute, Kibum…” I just love it when he says his name. It would always gives me goosebumps whenever he reminds me of my presence and how much it drives him insane.

I want this feeling to last forever, and I want it to be with him. He seemed so into me, that I forget about everything that happened before that very moment. It felt like this was a hookup date and that I met him on a gay dating app. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he has been on there for at least once. And even if he had sex with other boys like me, somehow he realised that I was the boy he needed.

He needed me more than anything. And I wanted him too.

“Yes…yes… I’m about to cum…” I begged him to place his manhood in my mouth, and he did just that. His white juices went all over my face while some went into my mouth.

He laid me down onto the bed, making me relax beside him. He was still cuddling me while he went soft. He kissed me on the cheek, before falling asleep. I glanced around the room like a lost child, and my sense of my mind slowly started coming back. A part of me couldn’t believe I agreed to have sex with Pastor Y/N, while at the same time, I was glad I did.

I don’t know… but I’d say that it was this strange feeling that always gets to me whenever I look back at this very moment.

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dividers by @cafekitsune

[gayashawol]

i did a random drabble on wattpad and i don’t know if i should continue or delete it since not a lot of my followers are shawols

a/n: just to keep in mind, reader is imagined as a black man for- *coughs* obvious reasons- *coughs*

Standing right in front of me are 5 most sexiest men in the world — so much that I could feel my eyes melting like somebody was chopping up onions.

All of which had such sexy butts that wiggles every time they walk — all except one, Jonghyun. Instead, he has gigantic boobies that would be able to feed a whole population of infants. They are also pretty sexy too.

There lays a crying sexy man looking at Jonghyun in hopes he could feed him. He walks over to the elder man and turns his teary eyes into a cutesy pout that would be convincing enough to let him budge.

"Hyung, can I have milk?" He asked Jonghyun. His name is Taemin. He was then lifted up with his tiny body and went on his hip. He walked over to an unoccupied bench in which he pulls out a blanket to cover the both of them before he pulls up his shirt and pulls him close, almost like a warm embrace, allowing Taemin to have access to his nipple.

The younger then closes his eyes and begins sucking on the elder's nipple. The others glances at him out of awe. He had just finished his milk 30 minutes ago and he's still hungry. Minho patted his head, with Jonghyun politely asking him to stop — tucking the blanket even tighter around them.

Taemin loved the feeling of being breastfed by Jonghyun. The warm, fresh milk was much better than that store-bought garbage Key got him. He couldn't even finish a cup due to how horrible it was. Plus, he got to cuddle his hyung and have quality time with him in which he never gets much of. Ever since he had found work, it had seemed as if he didn't want to play with him anymore when he was just tired. After all, you can't blame him since he's just a baby.

Meanwhile, Y/N is confused as to why those sexy men are acting so weird. Since it has got nothing to do with him, he just walked away like nothing has happened.

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[strawberries--and-cigarettes]

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updated ; 4th May 2019

Info : until now, everything has a male reader insert, except female idols who have female reader insert

EXO

Byun Baekhyun

royal.

passionate. 

Oh Sehun

youth. 

Park Chanyeol

pastel pink.

MONSTA X

Shin Hoseok

late night shopping.

ATEEZ

Park Seonghwa

12:00 am.

NCT

Lee Taeyong

red.

Lee Mark

skater boyfriend.

Kim Jungwoo

blue.

VIXX

Kim Wonshik

midnight.

B.A.P

Bang Yongguk

smoking with his boyfriend.

SHINee

Lee Taemin

his ice skater boyfriend.

Kim Kibum

with his grunge boyfriend.

BLOCK B

Woo Jiho

random pink/purple.

BIGBANG

Kwon Jiyong

smoking/drug.

smoking.

not normal.

GOT7

Wang Jackson

his boyfriend, dark theme.

WINNER

Nam Taehyung

road trip.

DEAN

his boyfriend.

HEIZE

her girlfriend.

HyunA

her girlfriend.

Jessi

tea-lover.

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GOT7

Wang Jackson

morning.

Park Jinyoung

spending quality time together.

All

christmas tweets.

BTS

Kim Taehyung

reading at a late night.

random tweets.

Kim Seokjin

random tweets.

Min Yoongi

random tweets.

Jay Park

his boyfriend visit him in the studio.

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SUPER JUNIOR

Kim Jong-woon

his boyfriend loves him in a suit.

NCT

Zhong Chenle

confessing to his older crush.

GOT7

Bambam

mini series » Bambam has a secret crush on an older asian model

pt I.

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NINE PERCENT

Cai Xukun

paris.

Huang Zitao 

art.

Lu Han

royal.

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